After Movies Novels & Stories

"Yes Lilly, I'm sorry for being mean to you." "All is forgiven, let's do something fun to forget all about this." "Ok, what do you want to do?" "Buddy, why don't you choose?" "Ok, Do you want to go back to my house and watch the movie that we didn't get to watch." "That sounds wonderful, if it's OK with your father."

Becca's Pov It was nearly 6pm when I got to Ken’s flat. His car was in the driveway so I knew he was home. I still had my key so I let myself in. I could hear noises coming from the bedroom so I headed that way. I hoped I would find him coming out of the shower, if so I would give him such a good time he would forget all talk of breaking up. I entered the bedroom, then fell back against the wall with a gasp. Ken, the guy I had been dating for a year, the love of my life, was on top of another woman, moaning like his life depended on it. My gasp was so loud that it startled them. They pulled away from each other and he looked round stunned, then frowned in annoyance.

Meekey had learned a lot behind bars. How to wait, how to watch and how to play dumb while plotting ten steps ahead. And how to pull a thread without the whole sweater unraveling around you. She spent the next two days building her plan. The van returned again Wednesday night—same alley, same crates, same rushed hand-off. Meekey stayed out of sight, perched in the shadows on the fire escape of the building next door. She watched every move: who drove, who opened the back door, where the crates went.

he nods, but says nothing. Two hours later when the movie ends, Jake turns the tv off and tells me to try to stand up, I slowly stand up, squeezing my eyes shut as I wait for the sting of pain, but nothing comes. I let out a sigh of relief and walk forward, my head is feeling a little dizzy, and I'm pretty lightheaded, but other than that I feel fine.

"Sherry, I'm really glad you're moving forward. Life always keeps going. We need to learn to let go." I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together.

After all it's normal to fuck the men involved in the production of films to get a part'. Dad who was sitting on the couch in the sitting room turned abruptly with his mouth hanging open. He had been busy on his laptop totally ignoring our bickering but he couldn't just ignore the bomb I just dropped. 'That's not true'. Sadie screamed and started crying. Dad had already made his way to the dinning area. 'Is that true Liza?'. 'James, listen to me. You know that Maya can be a little ---'. 'Just answer my damn question'.

I recuperated in bed for two months and finally recovered. Back in the country, John 's racing team terminated its cooperation with Sharon. They posted a self-narrative video of John on Weibo. In the top-pinned video, John looked very different from his usual refined self. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was unkempt, and his suit was wrinkled. His voice was hoarse as he gazed deeply into the camera. “Due to some misunderstandings, I lost the girl I love the most—Vivian. She's left me now. If anyone has seen her, please contact...”

he said soft. "Yes?" she replied. "I don't know," he said. "This feels weird. But good weird." "I know," she said. "Me too." They stayed close. Bodies warm under the blanket. Hands touching skin. The movie reached the end. Credits rolled. Music played. "Movie's over," Ryan said. "Yeah," Jade said. Neither moved to turn it off. "Want to watch another?" he asked. "Maybe," she said. "Or just sit." "Sitting is good," he said..

Sophia’s POV “What movie are you watching?” he asked with a defeated look on his face. I couldn’t hide the grin that formed on my lips. “Anything you would like? I am not picky with movies, just pick something and I will have this plated up,” I said, taking the bag from his hand as I rushed into the kitchen. I was not even trying to hide my excitement anymore, not with the way I was feeling. Mom was gone and I guess this was something nice. A movie night with Marcus! That was a good deal.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In